Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.